I Don't Wanna Party Wit U

Get back before I get raised, get lower
 Do some extreme shit, keep from bein bored
 Now it's double up, hoes come a nickel a dozen
 They get hot and get fucked and don't remember from buzzin
 That's why you don't see me, I ain't at the club
 I'm chillin with my homies in the city of hugs
 Because they need me more than that hoe (that hoe), the big fat hoe
 Tryna' get every ballin nigga in the saddle
 Lap dance, fat chance, hot pants, you the man
 Now a days you can't tell, watch the crotch, it might swell
 You needs a pap smear
 You need to know if you got an STD,
 some little critters in ya trap dear
 Get on, me and my homies is indivisible
 And don't floss money, it looks better when it's invisible
 We get props from Wall Street to y'all street
 If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heat
 C-P-T style, O-G me style, the D-J Q-U-I-K with no C style
 In yo' town, don't trip nigga, it goes down
 And when you see me in all blue, you gon' frown
 But I'm rigid the ghetto, I'm rigid with rap
 Money or respect bitch, I'd rather have the digits than DAT
 So give me the hats, do you want the meat or the scraps?
 Put heat on my naps and I'ma hell look sweet on my lap
 'Cause it's the same thang tryna' kill the gang bang
 Set examples for the kids, on how to maintain
 Never be a lame brain
 Y'all ain't gotta feel the same pain
 that put a nigga like me on the mainframe
 Bow down, back up nigga, I'm hot now
 And don't try to resuscitate me when I'm shot down
 Just call my homie Theo on the radio
 And let him know his little homie Quiksta had to go
 Because 'Gangsta, Gangsta', that's what they yellin
 But niggas do dirt, get caught, and start tellin
 Talkin to you G's with no heart
 We was throwin and runnin from bullets
 before gangsta rappin was an art
 Nigga (nigga), so don't test ya bullet-proof vest
 'Cause real niggas do real thangs up under stress
 That's from the C-P-T, young G with heart, too
 Oh we still party, but now it's part II
 And
 (I don't wanna party wit you)
 Hell naw
 'Cause bitch you scary
 You 20 years old, with 3 kids, 7 tattoos,
 you're bald but your legs are hairy
 (I don't wanna party wit you)
 Hmm, hell naw
 You need to put some lotion on
 'Cause ya skin is peelin around them bullet wounds on ya back
 You're fat plus you're abortion-prone
 I'd rather be a young exec, than the puppet on the other end
 Danglin by a neuce on his neck
 They can't handle me, 'cause I'm where the --- be
 And underground nigga on Erickston, now there is the family
 That I'ma roll wit, take control wit
 Have a ball, break bread, and share the store wit
 Even though I'm thirsty for money in the worst way
 I ain't go cry if I don't go platinum on the first day
 Watch me, get my hustle on with the friendly competition
 Y'all got papers but I got the latest tradition
 A hundred-thousand dollars a truck, is what I crack
 And if you ain't got that, keep wishin
 And to you bitch-ass niggas in the maze
 Comin at a player with --- ways
 Keep lickin on that other sound
 And stay north of the 105 Hip Hop heads, 'cause this is underground
 Right by the water, can't do right by ya daughter
 But look at all the shit that I done bought her
 See lyrics ain't nothin if the beat ain't crackin
 And these beats smackin, that's why the G's keep stackin, nigga
 (I don't wanna party wit you)
 Hell naw
 'Cause nigga you's a scuffla
 Your braids is dingy, your clothes ain't got no creases
 And your lips look like you sucked a muffler
 (I don't wanna party wit you)
 Hell naw
 'Cause bitch you didn't know me when you was fine as wine and thick
 Now you sick from smokin that shit, you're broke and plus you're boney
 W-E-S-T, C-O-A-S-T, that's where the hydroponic with no seeds be
 So don't trip when you see me on the TV, or my CD
 And my eyes are really R-E-D
 See the --- is free (shh shh shh), pardon me for bein speaky
 Switchin on y'all that wanna jeek me
 What makes you even try that way?
 Yeah I might be fly, but I don't fly that way
 Hmm, even on a gallon a Sisco I could never go disco
 Dude I ain't from Frisco
 And to these bitches, y'all trippin, we ain't layin wit y'all
 Just because we say we wanna fuck, we playin wit y'all
 This is entertainment, we tryna' make us some change
 We ain't impressed by what you got up under your Hanes
 Bitch that's yo' trap, and that's yo' sap
 Let me spit the cap while she sit in yo' lap
 Homie, don't you know me
 Jealous-ass niggas wanna flow me (why)
 Just because yo' woman wanna blow me
 On the strength I give that hoe a tittie-toy
 'Cause I'm the only ugly nigga gettin away with bein pretty boy
 (I don't wanna party wit you)
 Hmm, hell naw
 Now this is how the sporty bounce
 We stay away from you broke-ass niggas
 always beggin and ain't got a dime on the 40 oz
 (I don't wanna party wit you)
 Hmm, hell naw
 'Cause hoe you toe-back, with that ol' long ass roll
 And ya stockin smellin like Avon and that horse want his 'fro back
 (I don't wanna party wit you)
 Hmm, hell naw
 And nigga I can't stand ya
 And I ain't got nothin but some advice,
 a map, a bar of soap, some water and a towel to hand ya
 (I don't wanna party wit you)
 Hmm, hell naw
 Now I'ma be real wit it
 All my fuckin life I ain't never wanted fame
 But since the shit done came I gotta deal wit it
 (I don't wanna party wit you)
 Ya know, but I'ma do it like my homie say
 Check it, I don't give a fuck about fame
 I'd rather deal with the money, y'all can have the name
 I'm out
 Yeah